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The unsung hero of the spring and fall garden.
Hey, hi! I want to update you on my neighbor’s tree. (You can see the original post here.)
Thank you to everyone who offered advice and research assistance to help my adorable and kind neighbor, Randi, with her ailing Fiddle Leaf Fig (Ficus lyrata) tree. I appreciate all the feedback.
I’d like to start by describing Randi a little bit. She’s smart. She’s young. She’s very interested in learning about and loving plants. Her parents love plants and tried to instill the same love in her, and succeeded. She absolutely loved that tree. She babied it, she tended to it, she looked at it every day with pride and affection.
I went with her to pick it out at the nursery (which will remain unnamed). It was healthy (so we thought), it was gorgeous.
She noticed right away when the tree got brown spots on its leaves (she’d only had it in her home for two weeks at that time), and she started researching the problem. But the results she got were confusing. So she turned to me, because she knew that I cared for plants for 14 years with my small business, Good To Grow. I knew immediately that I couldn’t help her by myself – I had little experience with Figs. Whenever I recognize that something isn’t my forte, I have no problem asking for advice. So I asked all of you, and you responded with passion, as I suspected you would.
There is a valid argument that tropical indoor plants shouldn’t be sold in the desert. They will be weakened at the nursery because they were never supposed to be here, and that’s legitimate. But in a modern home, the outside environment doesn’t necessarily influence the health of an indoor plant – we can add humidity, we can add water, we can shield them from the desert sun. In my experience, most indoor plants do fine regardless of the outdoor environment because we have temperature-controlled homes, we can control conditions much better than we could a hundred years ago.
There is also a valid argument on the part of the nursery – they sell what consumers want, whether it’s smart or not. They offer them, people buy them. It’s the reality we live in today. This particular tree is very popular right now because of its beauty and style. So nurseries are going to sell them, whether that nursery is in Minnesota or Arizona.
There is another point to be made here – almost all locally owned nurseries have a no-return policy. That’s because once a plant or tree leaves their care, they don’t know what the consumer does to it. Did she leave it in the car for five days? Did he leave it out in the sun for three days? Did she or he forget to water it once they got it home? I understand their point of view. It’s valid. Home Depot will replace your dead plants within a year if you have your receipt, but local nurseries can’t afford that financial hit. I understand that.
So here I come in, and she asked for my help, and I saw that she had a problem. I didn’t necessarily know how to solve it, but I knew I had to try. I didn’t want to extinguish a burgeoning love of plants of a young person – I didn’t want her to have a negative experience that was based on something that was not her fault. Plus, she paid $126 for this tree – that’s too expensive. Especially if the plant already had a problem without her prior knowledge.
Armed with your research and hers and mine, we took the tree back to the nursery and talked to the man that I had previously spoken with on the phone about the virus. In person at the nursery, first, he tried to insist the spots were from sunburn. (Again, he didn’t want to refund the money from that tree, for the aforementioned reasons.) Randi politely explained that the leaves with the spots faced a wall and not a window, so that wasn’t possible. We went round and round with him, until I finally asked to see the other Fiddle Leaf Figs in the greenhouse.
He led us there. That’s when I noticed the brown spots on almost all the other trees. The virus was sweeping the crop. I pointed out leaves that were riddled with brown spots, and he told me that they were caused by sunburn. Mind you, the trees were in a giant greenhouse so they didn’t get direct sunlight, but whatever. I persisted – sunburnt leaves look different- he knew it, and I knew it. He retorted that if it were a virus, there would be residue on the leaves that indicated a problem. Residue? Hmmm. Not in my experience. Scale insects leave waxy shit, but viruses? I told him that I disagreed. According to Michigan State University professors, viruses are internal, but there is some ooze when there’s a bacterial infection. So maybe he was thinking of bacteria when he told me there should be residue. My gut (and our collective research) told me that this was an internal virus, and that his information was not correct. Also, my bullshit meter was going off – he really didn’t want to refund Randi’s money, so he was going to keep trying to say it was not their fault. I should make it clear that this person had 17 years of experience with plants – so I didn’t want to fight with him, but I kinda did – I have 14 years experience, and a wealth of expert advisors (you). I persisted.
So he kept insisting it was sunburn, and I kept insisting it was leaf spot disease. I advised him he needed to do something about it. Randi could’ve chopped her plant to pieces to remove the infected branches, but that would’ve ruined the look of her whole tree. Four out of five branches were infected. She bought that tree for it’s round shape, because she believes, as I do, that aesthetics matter.
The whole time he and I were “arguing” (it was very polite and non-confrontational, but it was a dance of opposing views), I kept whispering to Randi, “do you want to get another tree or not?” She couldn’t decide, because she was out of her element, and she’s shy, and she had other considerations (e.g., she was considering moving out of state and I asked her how much room she had in her car or a u-haul for a tree), and also because she wanted to be neutral. Randi wanted to be Switzerland. I understood that, so I kept “fighting” on her behalf because I saw the injustice in this process, and didn’t want to let it go. She needed an advocate, and I wanted to represent her.
Eventually, I called it a stalemate and the three of us walked up to the cashier together. That’s when the guy asked if she wanted a replacement tree that was right by the front gate (it looked healthy and beautiful, but was also too big to fit in my car, much less her apartment) or did she want in-store credit. When I heard him mention credit, I giggled to myself– if she’s moving out of state, what is she going to do with in-store credit? Also, who wants in-store credit at a plant nursery? No one – it’s not Crate and Barrel.
I pretended not to hear him and said (or maybe I shouted gleefully), “She’s got a receipt.” I think in that moment, he knew it was all over.
So he walked behind the counter and asked for her card so he could refund her sales price in full. And then he gave her $126 dollars back on to her debit card.
Victory feels good.
I didn’t take photos of the other diseased trees at the nursery. I didn’t think it was appropriate – I don’t want to shame anyone. It’s not my way.
In the end, I’m happy that justice was served. She was a consumer who unknowingly bought a defective product (a sick tree) and the local business (reluctantly but finally) refunded her money, as it rightfully should’ve.
I can’t thank you enough for the dialogue you provided that led to this nice outcome. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart! It makes my soul happy to have this venue to connect with others who care about plants.
Randi says thank you, as well.
Hey look, here are some flowers to distract you from the truth. It’s the way we live today.
My sweet neighbor Randi bought a beautiful Fiddle Leaf Fig (Ficus Lyrata) about a month ago. She recently noticed spots on some of the leaves, and asked me for help.
Here’s what one of leaves looks like:
I’m not terribly familiar with her tree. I like how Fiddle Leaf Figs look. I like how they make a corner pop. But I’ve never grown one. Never even cared for one during 14 years of caring for interior plants.
There is a ton of conflicting information on the Web, so I’m hoping that with your help, we can clarify the problem and subsequent solution.
I look at a leaf with spots like that and my gut says, that’s not a water issue. If it was overwatered, the brown spots would most likely be around the edges of the leaf, not in the middle. If it was underwatered, the whole leaf would turn brown. They’re not bruises – those would be more obvious (leaves can get damaged, for example, from the car-ride home from the nursery).
What do you think? Do you have experience with these types of trees? If so, please leave a comment, and I’ll pass your knowledge along to Randi. Thank you!
Life in the low desert.
Patio flowers in January.
Look at these adorable pots I scored as a Christmas present from Mom:
I love them! She got them from Chive.com. They have lots of beautiful gifts.
I also got some cuttings from Mom’s plants, so yesterday I finally potted them. I’m very happy with the outcome.
Here they are in their new home, in front of an east window:
Heyyyy, look who decided to bloom on Christmas Eve:
Phoenix is weird.
I don’t think I’m going to regret harvesting the last of the basil and parsley today.
Phoenix is COLD!!!! Like, ridiculously cold even if I am a big baby about the cold now.
I don’t know what my garden will look like come morning, so I’m glad I heard the freeze warning on the radio on my way home from work. Now on to bigger decisions – pesto? Caprese salad?
My poor lemon tree. He’s all beat up and slightly depressed, he lost all of his leaves, and he’s increasingly alarmed about his future.
He and I have so much in common.
On the bright side, I now finally know he’s a lemon and not a lime tree.
America elected a racist, bigoted, xenophobic clown for President. The highest office in the land. After meeting with President Obama, President-elect Donald Trump seemed surprised by the scope of the job.
No shit. It’s an important job.
I wish I could stay in my little plant-life bubble and pretend none of this is happening. But I am a proud tree-hugging American woman, with lots and lots of gay friends and lots of friends with skin colors other than white. I’m terrified for them. They thought they finally could see the light of a world that accepted them as equal, and now that right is in dire straights. Their clock has been set back 100 years.
Again, I’m female. Of course, I’m siding with the minorities. My reproductive health is up for grabs with the Republican agenda. The health of this planet is up for grabs by a bunch of rich white men who don’t believe in the science of Climate Change. They don’t seem to believe that the world is on fire. It’s science! And they don’t care!
I haven’t posted any blogs for a long time. The truth is, I’m depressed. I thought I would see a smart, capable, savvy grandmother as my next President. Instead, I got the worst news. And I have “friends” telling me to get over it. But you know what? I’m not getting over it.
Instead, I would like to start a campaign of kindness. A culture of kindness. I’ll remind everyone that the term political correctness stemmed from a desire to be kind. No one wants to be mocked for who they are – that’s why we don’t use the words retard or fag anymore. It’s about being kind, not about being politically correct. Let’s eradicate that term. Help me. #bekindnotpc.
Instead of calling our President-elect a clown, I’ll give him a chance to do right by the millions of people who don’t think or look exactly like him. (Even though that means I have to “unremember” all the video proof that shows otherwise.) Help me. #bekindnotpc.
When I hear anti-Muslim remarks from his followers, I’ll stick up for their religious freedoms. Help me. #bekindnotpc.
When I see people attacking my gay brothers and sisters for being different from them, I’ll stand by their side and fight back. Help me. #bekindnotpc.
When I see all my brown and black-skinned friends trying to make it through their day without harassment, I’ll be right there helping in any way I can. Help me. #bekindnotpc.
When I see attacks on women’s health, I will fight for the control of their own bodies. Help me. #bekindnotpc.
I can’t exist in a bubble where I only think about plants and Nature, and have that be all I post about on this blog. My world doesn’t work that way. I have to vent my emotions. This is my venue.
So help me. Go on twitter and join the campaign to erase the phrase political correctness and replace it with what it was always meant to be – kindness. #bekindnotpc.
I’ve been working on a project for Dottie, our beloved 90-year-old Expert in Life. The project has had me going through the past six years of weekly posts from the Ask the Experts panel that I hosted every Friday, and pulling out her responses out for her family to enjoy. There are many gems. I’m going to share them with you in the coming weeks.
I’ll start with this one from August of 2013:
Q: What human issue is nearest and dearest to your heart?
Dearest to my heart is that all persons would be treated equally with love and kindness.
I so wish the world would turn away from all the horrendous violence. I feel we are on a track to permanent ruin. Starting with the destruction of our environment and our relations with each other.
I know I sound fatalistic. I am not a fatalist. I have always had a positive outlo0k and hope that the next generation would see the light and start turning the country around.
Our lousy lifestyle of greed and over abundance seems reflected in every part of our lives – starting with the fracturing of the family unit, evidenced even more strongly in our political structure and movies.
However, Hope Springs Eternal. I have met some outstanding young people, whom I so hope will become involved in world leadership. I have grandchildren and great grand children, who are great examples of what the world could be. They are workers and thrivers and lovers!!!!! They want to contribute to our world in a good way and are all ready working to that end.
We have been known as the greatest nation
In the world. Let’s all strive to keep it that way
Thank you Dottie, for shining the light not only three years ago in this instance, but for the past 90 years. You make me feel better to be an American when my soul hurts. You make me feel better about being a human by the example that you are. I’ve said it a million times, you should be declared a National Treasure. I love you. And to the rest of my readers the world over, I love you, too.
I love these little guys!